Mike Youssefian



Posted on February 16, 2014 at 9:20 AM

I pity people with pain,

They sob, they cry, they complain.

You don’t see smile on their face,

They feel themselves in prison,

With no peace, no hope, no joy.

I am friendly with my pain,

The one visits, sometimes dwells

With me almost every day.

I don’t share it with neighbor,

Nor proclaim it to the world,

It is my pain, not their own,

They have their own, if I could,

Carry all pains of the world

In my compassionate soul,

And let the world be happy,

With no burden of its own.

I can bear all; I am friendly with my pain.

For as the Apostle says:

When I am weak, I am strong.


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